She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1140 | 2023-12-19 12:25:02 | 87.44 | 97.4% |
| 194 | 2022-11-12 09:58:51 | 64.25 | 96% |